for one of my assignments, i chose to sit at my old school library and sift through an okay amount of material and craft a story that same night. i had three books, pages of notes, and a handful of web sites. i didn't want to borrow the books coz i knew i'd forget to return them on time again, and i wanted to finish the article already. it didn't help that the girl sitting next to me got up her seat every 10 minutes because she can't stand the one essay she had to compress into a 5-page final paper.

it was midterms week, so i forgave the thousand times she did that in the first hour. and then she started spilling her pages into my share of the desk. it was then i learned that i don't share very well, not with strangers, or at least, not with this girl. i thought then she deserves my flying papercut swing.

and then i remembered my own struggles, choosing between jars of clay and prof. von wahlde, cheating by listening to them both at the same time. shame on me. but then the girl clucked her tongue and flounced away again. a boy sitting on her other side looked up and shook his head.

i was irritated, but i wasn't about to let my article get away all because of a fidgety girl. i can't, ahaha. i don't know when i'll have time next, and i really wanted to write this story. i'm close to finishing it! i could get dinner soon!

and then the girl came back, sighing loudly, grabbing her book, pointing to the same page she's been trying to synthesize for the last two hours, and then furiously typing for at least 10 minutes straight. a friend of hers came along, and she said she's actually doing well.

and no wonder. i looked over her share of the desk and there were two cups from "intelligentsia" - the latest trendy coffee around town these days. oh, for crying out loud. my head was still wrapped around my article when it silently yelled, "learn to hold your damn caffeine."